The boys were at the depot.
"Couldn't find a thing at Gloucester nor Newburyport nor Portsmouth," said Raed.

"But I think we've struck something here, if we can stand the expense." "Eight out here at the wharf," said Kit.
We walked across.
"There she is!" pointed Raed.
A pretty schooner of a hundred and seventy tons lay alongside.
"One year old," Raed explained.

"Clean and sweet as a nut.

Here from Bangor with pine-lumber.

Captain's a youngish man, but a good sailor.
We inquired about him.